Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he curses against my mouth, then catches a breath to ask, “You need another minute?”
“Mm-hmm.” I want him so badly. “Face me?”
“Already plan on it.” That’s when he draws out, then flips me. Our eyes stake each other with hostility and longing. He picks me up. Tosses me higher on the bed. While he retrieves a condom, I unstrap my heels. He’s quick to rip the packet, sheathe himself, and return just as I toss the heels aside.
He captures my thighs, splitting me open.
“Rocky,” I cry, shoving his chest. “No.”
“Phoebe.” He confines my hands to the mattress. “Yes. You can keep being a brat all you fucking want.” He bows over me, his knees spreading me wider. “You’re still going to take all of me.” I love being trapped beneath him.
Don’t let go.
Never let me go.
He flexes into me. Oh God. My hips buck up on instinct. He grinds harder. Once again, I’m so full of Rocky. This time, our eyes stay fastened. He devours me inside out with his gaze. Even as his hand ravages me, wrenching my dress down. Teasing my nipples. Cupping, journeying.
Then he grips my face. Holding me so close to him with each thrust.
It’s deep, rough sex where I’m digging into his back for closer. More. He can’t go deep enough. He can’t be close enough. My body is alive beneath Rocky.
Every sensation blows me apart. We come together, and I moan into the pit of his hand. My body rattles. My eyes fucking roll. I can’t even hear his curses and groans. My ears are ringing.
Coming down from a climax is just as enjoyable. Where he brushes my sweaty hair out of my face. Then places a loving kiss on my lips. I can barely move. I’m still throbbing, but I manage to whisper the truth: “Thanks for being patient with me.”
“Thanks for recognizing I can’t read your mind all the time.”
“So you’re admitting you can sometimes.”
“I can read your body.” He stands off the bed. Condom trashed, he collects a pack of cigarettes, then lights one between his lips.
I like watching him mosey naked around the room after we fuck. Sometimes, I think he knows it, too.
“What’s my body saying now?” I ask while I lie on my stomach. I’m hugging a fluffy white pillow under my head.
The bed undulates with his return. “You want me to fuck you again.”
I snort. “Fail. Try again, buddy.”
He stares at my bare ass. My dress is bunched above my hips. Not really doing its job to cover my bottom or tits. He leans over to me, and I tense in anticipation. He pauses, staring right at my face.
I glare. “Shouldn’t you be looking at my body, not my eyes?”
“I am doing both,” he mumbles, cigarette between his lips. Then he squeezes my ass before slipping two fingers into my pussy.
Do not twitch.
I try to act like this is nothing, but feeling him inside me again is driving another need into me. I want more.
Rocky smokes with his right hand, fucks me with his left, and all the while, his eyes stay fixed on my glare.
He blows smoke away from me. “You know what your soaked cunt is saying now?”
“I hate Rocky.”
“You need my cock.”
“Oh, now I need you?” I swallow an aroused knot, because I am crumbling at a vicious rate. “Okay, yeah, Rocky.” I nearly whimper in impatience, and I catch his wrist, tearing his fingers out of me. I go to crawl on top of him, but he pushes me back down.
“Let me get a condom first, Phebs.”
I groan like he’s torturing me. “You did this to me.”
He nearly smiles. “Thank God you’re also as patient as me.”
“Don’t kid yourself, we are the same.”
“Not in every way. Clearly.” He lets the cigarette burn between his lips while he sifts through the condom box. He picks one out, and right before he rips the foil, he pauses. His brows crinkle. His abs contract into more defined ridges.
I frown. “Rocky?”
He runs his fingers over the foil packet, then he snuffs out the cigarette and returns to the box. He dumps out all the condoms on the dresser. He’s examining each one.
I slip the straps to my dress on my shoulders. “What’s wrong?” My pulse is skidding. He’s very particular about his condoms. A fun fact I learned when we had sex for the first time. He only uses a specific brand, an ultrathin kind.
I slide off the bed and walk toward him. “Are they not the ones you like?”
He bought that box himself. He always buys the condoms.
Rocky raises a hand at me to stop for a second.
I stand in the middle of the room. “Rocky…” Fear steals my breath. Because his silent rage is so lethal and he’s doing his best not to aim it at me. I can only think, This isn’t just bad.